[He didn't expect Apollo to welcome him there so easily. After all, they were rivals, coworkers at best, and here he was trying to hold him up in one of the most trying times of his life. He expected the resistence and came prepared to convince him otherwise. But the way Apollo slumps into his arms...the way he looks ready to crumple at any moment, it's hard to see. The sun that shone so brightly in the courtroom was now a flickering candle braving a storm. And Klavier felt like only a hand to shield it.
So closer he pulls him, listening to the man's words through choked and raspy breaths. It never really was fair, was it. Court cases, for as much as they tried to remain neutral on issues, were personal when it came to your own friends and family. Klavier remembers having to sign off on Kristophs incarceration. He remembers having to see Daryan dragged off by police. But he's never had to deal with someone so innocently killed. He listens, he keeps his breath steady. And he sympathizes.] He sounded like a good man, if you speak so highly of him.
[It's all he says, letting Apollo grieve. Tears dampen his shirt, but he couldn't care less about that as he bats back his own tears. Did he deserve to cry over someone he didn't really know? Maybe not, which is why he dries them as much as he can. It was hard to watch Apollo like this, but right now the man needed a pillar. And he'd be that support if he had to.
But the words catch him off guard, eyes widening and staring off at something beyond Apollo's shoulder. "Please don't leave me, Prosecutor Gavin."
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So closer he pulls him, listening to the man's words through choked and raspy breaths. It never really was fair, was it. Court cases, for as much as they tried to remain neutral on issues, were personal when it came to your own friends and family. Klavier remembers having to sign off on Kristophs incarceration. He remembers having to see Daryan dragged off by police. But he's never had to deal with someone so innocently killed. He listens, he keeps his breath steady. And he sympathizes.] He sounded like a good man, if you speak so highly of him.
[It's all he says, letting Apollo grieve. Tears dampen his shirt, but he couldn't care less about that as he bats back his own tears. Did he deserve to cry over someone he didn't really know? Maybe not, which is why he dries them as much as he can. It was hard to watch Apollo like this, but right now the man needed a pillar. And he'd be that support if he had to.
But the words catch him off guard, eyes widening and staring off at something beyond Apollo's shoulder. "Please don't leave me, Prosecutor Gavin."
It sounded so helpless. So pleading.]
Apollo.
I'm here as long as you need me.